Notes: I realized I madea bit of an error regarding the timeline for this fic… ^^; eheheh… Qui and Obi can't exactly be in two places at once, can they? So for now, until this gets fixed, the timeline will shift just a bit to accommodate Fae's story. Sorry about that!

The second part of this chapter was written by the talented biblehermione. Give her a hand! And go read her stuff!

"Take them to camp four."

"Roger, roger."

A pair of menacing droid guards jabbed the Queen in the back with their blasters, and Fae seethed mentally. How dare they treat royalty like this? It was terrible. The young Jedi longed to pull out her lightsaber and teach these metalheads a lesson… but that would accomplish little. Likely she would be killed or captured, and then what help would she be to the Queen? So she strode in silence, glaring daggers at the uncaring droids.

The entourage was ungraciously hustled out of the building and down a long, broad avenue. Fae allowed herself a moment to admire Naboo's beautiful architecture: the gracefully curving archways, intricately-carved stonework, lush greenery, and constant gurgle of water made Theed one of the galaxy's tourist hot-spots. The place seemed totally untouched by the gaudy tourism industry, though, and retained its sense of nobility and aristocracy. Now, though, black marks scored the stones of the buildings and red streaks peppered the avenue…

Fae was pulled out of her musings by sudden activity at the front of the patrol. A pair of brown somethings had dropped gracefully to the paved street, energy sabers blazing. In an instant Fae recognized them as Jedi Knights, and she almost lit her own saber to help them, but decided that perhaps she should maintain a low profile. Instead she blocked the Queen with her own body, shielding her from stray blaster fire. In moments the confrontation was over, and the two Jedi were hustling them to a more protected sidestreet.

Fae followed like any dutiful handmaiden, refusing to let her guise down even for these two Jedi. Besides, something had caught her attention during the struggle. She'd covered who she thought was the Queen, but somehow the Queen's mental signature was coming from elsewhere…

~-~-Several Days Later, on Tatooine…~-~-~-

(A/N: And here's where the fic gets good, mainly 'cos biblehermione wrote it ^^)

Malarow walked through the crowded town of Mos Espa. He couldn't believe that any place in the universe could be so infested with the scum he saw. Yet, he pitied most of the poor creatures... It barely seemed that they were here by choice. It was more like they were all imprisoned here. Beside him, Aleena was thinking the exact same thing.

"You know, it's amazing that we are thinking alike for once, Aleena," Malarow smiled.

"Keep out of my mind," Aleena snapped back.

"Yes, ma'am!" Malarow mock saluted her. Aleena rolled her eyes at him and muttered about what an "immature creepazoid" he was. (A/N I know she would have a much better insult, but I am just such a bad insulter.... *sniffle*)

Malarow's head turned towards a small store down the crowded street. Something seemed to be drawing him towards it. Aleena followed his eyes to it. She looked up to him with a questioning look.

"Do you think he's in that place?" Malarow looked to her.

"Yes. It bares a slight resemblance to the place Be- I mean Obi-Wan described."

"Go ahead and call him the pet name around me. I won't tell," Malarow winked and stepped towards the store. Aleena glared after him and motioned to follow him, but before she could her body hit the sandy ground with a thud.
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"Do you think it was really that smart to leave her to take on tattoo-boy all by herself?" Obsessive asked/breathed as she and Blade ran across the sand.

"I'm sure she can take him!" Blade replied. She tripped on something and landed flat on her face, taking in a mouthful of sand upon impact. Obsessive backtracked and helped Blade to her feet. Blade's eyes drifted to where she had landed and saw that she had tripped on a skeleton. It resembled a Twi'Lek.

"Ew!" Obsessive screeched. She took off again, Blade followed. The two spied Mos Espa up ahead and scrambled into the city limits. They weren't looking where they were going and ran into two familiar figures, knocking them to the ground...

"Blade! Obsessive! What are you doing here?!" Aleena practically growled.

"Maul.... Blades.... Fight..." Obsessive stuttered.

"Oh sure, tell her what happened!" Blade rolled her eyes. Obsessive stuck her tongue out at the fellow padawan. Malarow put his head in his hands as if he had a terrible headache.

"You two get your stupid danger-loving selves back into the Shield Dodger right now!" Aleena roared, yes, roared.

Obsessive and Blade stood up. "Yes, ma'am," they squeaked in unison before turning towards the endless sand sea again.

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Hotaru's violet blade cut through four battle droids at once. Silly things, she thought, If only they had minds they may be able to take me on. Her blade cut through a ring of them as she twirled on her toes like a ballerina. They seemed to be multiplying every second. Now they were trying to take her on by encircling her to no avail.

Tayro was taking a different approach. He shot the droids at random with his blaster, going across the guards and knocking them down one by one.

Finally, the two were alone with only the motionless, smoking shells of the battle droids. Hotaru brushed a bit of her black hair from her face and realized her ponytail had come undone. Without it, her hair reached her knees. She searched frantically for the purple ribbon and found it around the "neck" of a smoking droid.

Tayro laughed to himself, "Obsessive with your hair, huh?"

Hotaru rolled her eyes and tied her hair up, "You know that is the name of a padawan I know?"

Tayro looked at her confused, "Hair?"

Hotaru shook her head, "No. Obsessive. Interesting kid, I'll tell you..."

"Ah. Well, we might as well get a move on," Tayro began walking towards his sister's house, Hotaru followed.

When they reached the home, they found that it was empty. The front door was wide open and the home looked as if it had been ransacked. Tayro became frantic. He rushed through the rooms, calling for his wife and sister. Hotaru's eyes scanned the quarters. In the floor of what appeared to be the kitchen lay a smoking droid blaster...

A/N: What happened to Tayro's wife and sister? Are Blade and Obsessive going to get themselves in trouble again? How goes the senate and Jenria's mission? All that and more in the next installment of Jedi Fellowship! If ya wanna contribute part of a chappy, you still can! Just e-mail me! ^^